Meant to be?

Well, I just found out this morning that the house that B and I have had our eyes on has a pending sale and is set to close next week.

I have mixed feelings.

We've looked at this house wistfully now for the past six months. It's been our "ooh, if we could!" house, and it was slowly coming more into possible reach.

But.

It all felt a bit much. Though we've looked at hundreds of houses online and identified the neighborhoods we like, to like one house and not have looked (in person) at others seemed a bit hasty.

So I'm setting my foot down. No more house falling-in-love-with activities until the ducklings are in a row.

I say that's my rule, but who wants to throw out odds that I'll bust it?